Sunday Night @Hackney Picture House
It's rainy outside and the flashing lights indicating road works turn the rain into fluorescent waterfalls of dust. Right in front of me a couple is eating hamburgers and downing beer - there's still time before the movie starts. It feels awkward being able to hand your phone at the ticket control, instead of a physical piece of paper that tells you where your seat is and that you used to hold onto, in case you had to go out and wee in the middle of the film. The portable comforts of technological commodities.
The record starts spinning, Only Lovers Left Alive has started and the electric sounds of Jozef Van Wissem make the journey into Jarmusch' vision mesmerising. Vampires in love sipping blood from wine glasses, is a post modern fairy tale that makes you smile throughout.